It's quite strange how, at some point in one's life we yearn for a time past or some element of ourselves that we think we have lost, compromised or forgotten. I used to write, but it was an innate desire, as natural as breathing, and I want it back, I know it's there and I will find it, the journey starts now. I think it slowly got tainted by the superficial lives we lead once we start work (routine, bills, money etc) until, to save itself it closes itself behind a door of sorts deep in my soul. You see the truck is though that I can't open the door, it has to open the door itself, allow me back in and the only way for that to occur is if it feels that I'm on the 'path' again that allows for true self expression through writing. And there is no conning it... One cannot beguile one's self to one's own gain and think the trasition will be graceful!
I get that there are 'different' types of Christians in the world, and indeed that it takes all types of people, Christian and otherwise to make the world, I myself don't understand why people put so much effort into trying to convert 'other' religions to their own because I dont think religion (or faith) defines a persons character, or implies some form or depth of integrity... I just don't get it, its not to say I'm right or wrong, but if we focussed more on living better lives, giving more, being more empathetic, more gracious in defeat, more sharing in victory and more loving then I'm convinced that we'll be better people and the world, in some incremental way would be a better place, whatever faith we practice! The piece above, I did purely to convey that at times it takes a bit of delivry to create the best angels...not always, but battles and wars are far from fairytales and love poems...
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